Page 6 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

Ivy

I look across the table and see Mr. Slater’s hard eyes focused on mine and I’m unable to look away. “Had to know what, exactly?” I finally ask, afraid to put my desires into the universe. My leg is bouncing under the table, my nerves coming to the surface. “What do you want from me, Mr. Slater?”

A harsh sound escapes his mouth, his eyes searching mine.

One side of his mouth quirks upward in a rueful smile.

“I had to know who you were with,” he admits with a sigh.

“I heard you tell that mailroom kid that you have a boyfriend, and I just had to know.” A gruff chuckle erupts, and he has the good grace to look bashful.

“H-how on earth did you hear that? I… you know what, never mind. I just said that to get him to stop asking me out every day. He’s really quite a creep.” I stop talking, realizing I’m sharing more than I should to a man I’ve lusted over but don’t really know.

“He won’t be bothering you again. I’ll keep you safe,” he says, his eyes lowering to the table, watching me pick at my nails.

“I guess that brings us to your other question. What do I want from you?” He looks back at me, lust burning in his eyes.

“I want you , Ivy,” he growls, his hand moving to cover mine.

I gasp, his touch shooting straight to my clit, my thighs rubbing together on their own.

“I-I don’t understand,” I say, looking at him. “Wh-what do you mean you want me, Mr. Slater?” He stands up, walking over to me, and kneeling beside my chair.

“I meant exactly what I said, Ivy. I want you. The moment I met you at family day, I knew I had to find a way to make you mine. I’ve watched you for months, parading around the office in your tight little skirts when you bring your father’s lunch, imagining you’re wearing them for me. ” I blush, looking away from him.

His fingers grip my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Does it turn you on knowing that I lock myself in my office, fisting my cock until I spray my release everywhere, moaning your name loudly?” My eyes widen, his words heating my core, making me want him inside of me.

“Y-yes. I… I think about you, too,” I admit, his confession leaving me tingling, wondering what he imagines us doing.

“Do you imagine me fucking you, Ivy? Ramming my thick cock deep into your tight pussy? Do you touch yourself wishing it was me instead of a toy inside of you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, blushing. “B-but…” I stammer, thrilled that he wants me, but not trusting that it’s anything but lust. “I’ve never done anything like that…”

“What are you saying, Ivy? Tell me,” he commands, his voice barely above a gravelly whisper.

“I’m well, I’m a virgin,” I say reluctantly, knowing that he’ll tell me to forget the whole thing.

His fingers tighten on my chin, holding me where he wants me as his lips descend on mine.

“Oh, babygirl, that makes me so happy,” he mutters against my lips, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam.

I open them on a gasp. “I need a taste of you, Ivy,” he confesses.

“Just a little taste,” he whispers quietly, like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“W-what?” I stammer, looking around the room we’re in. It’s private, but someone could walk in at any time.

“Just a quick little taste,” he says quietly, like he’s trying to convince himself that’s all he needs, his hands bringing my dress up to my hips before pulling my knees apart.

He moves between my open thighs, cursing under his breath as he moves my panties to the side, exposing my dripping pussy to his eyes.

“Has anyone touched you here, Ivy?” he asks reverently, bringing his finger to my clit.

“No,” I whisper. “No one.” I moan as his fingers brush gently over my folds, his thumb circling my clit slowly.

He speeds up, making me moan, before circling it again lazily.

When my orgasm is about to flood his hand, he presses his thumb inside of me and quickly retreats, pulling my dress back down over my legs and stands, returning to his side of the table, sucking his thumb into his mouth with a loud, satisfied groan.

“Mmm, fucking addicting,” he growls, sitting. “You want to come for Daddy, don’t you? But first, you need to know what it means to be mine. It means that I own this sexy body. And that you own me, entirely.” His eyes trace my body, lust dilating his pupils.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go back out there to your friends.

You’re going to finish your evening with them and then go home to think about what belonging to me means for you.

Then, based on that knowledge, you will make your decision.

Tomorrow, when you bring your father’s lunch, you will either leave the building, at which point, I will take your departure to mean that you do not wish to explore what’s happening between us.

Or, you will come to my office, inform my assistant that you have a meeting, which will exist on my calendar, and you will be shown in, at which point, your fate is sealed. ”

He stands up again, offering me his arm and leads me back through the restaurant to the table where my friends are still gathered.

He seats me in the chair I left, brushing a gentle kiss over the back of my hand, and casually walks out of the restaurant.

I turn back to my friends, met with wide, curious eyes and hushed cat calls.

My face flushes as I shake my head at my friends.

I’m still so hot and bothered. What the hell am I going to do?

Sirena tosses a lightweight gift bag at me, giggling when it hits my chest, and we get back to our celebration.

I rummage through the tissue paper, my fingers grasping a silky piece of fabric.

Pulling it out of the bag, I see a beautiful lacy pale blue bra and panty set.

“Sirena!” I hiss, knowing exactly what she had in mind when she picked this set out.

Her smirk tells me I’m right, but I refuse to play along.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” I say, stuffing the lingerie back into the bag and hiding it between my feet under the table.

“So that was him, huh?” one of my friends asks quietly, leaning into me. I just nod, picking at my Tiramisu, refusing to look at her. When the waiter brings the checks, Sirena grabbed mine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll let dear old Stepdaddy pay for it,” she chuckles, holding her credit card up. “It’ll really piss off my new brother.” Her eyes roll when she mentions him, but there’s definitely something more than hatred between them.

When my ride arrives, I hug each of my friends, thanking them for their thoughtful gifts.

I look up when the driver starts talking, surprised that it’s the same guy who dropped me off.

He asks a few questions, but eventually lets me sit in silence with my overwhelming thoughts.

I’m no closer to a decision when he drops me off at my front door.

Pudge greets me when I walk inside, and I see dad sitting in his recliner watching some kind of sports commentary.

He doesn’t say anything as I make my way through the living room to the stairs to go to my room, but I call a quick goodnight over my shoulder before closing my door and quickly change into my pajamas.

Pudge jumps up on my bed, cuddling with me when I settle under the blanket.

“What should I do, huh, girl?” I croon as she rolls on her back, giving me access to her favorite scratching zones.

I chuckle, talking while I indulge her. “He says he wants me, Pudge. But does he really want me or just want me for a fling?” I flop back on my pillow, she rolls over and crawls onto my chest, licking my chin.

“I know I’ve been lusting over him, you don’t have to remind me,” I chide, scratching behind her ear.

“He didn’t say it like it was a temporary thing.

He said he ‘wants me,’ but it sounded more like he wants to own me.

Wants me to belong to him. Ugh! I just don’t know what to do, Pudge.

And apparently I have to give him my decision tomorrow. ”

I turn off my light, hoping a full night’s sleep will help clarify my decision.

It does not. I wake up more conflicted than when I went to bed.

On one hand, I am desperate to believe that he wants me the way I’ve wanted him for so long.

On the other hand, he’s a successful, older man, my dad’s boss, and experienced where I’m just… none of those things.

I take my time packing dad’s lunch, indecision and cowardice slowing my motions.

When I finally make it into the building, I head straight for dad’s office, settling in the chair while he eats.

He hands me a birthday card with a gift card to Bean Me Up Scotty, my favorite coffee shop.

When dad has finished eating, I stand and walk toward the door.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says behind me.

I turn and smile, before walking out and closing the door behind me, releasing a deep breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.